Half of the people that arrived to the most dangerous city in the world for iHeartRadio this past weekend landed at McCarran Airport and the other half drove in. You get caught up in the illusion Las Vegas has mastered and that’s what makes it so dangerous. Especially during festival weekend.

Saturday, September 23:

I caution everyone who visits. Even the rich. Soon as you’re off the jet and inhale the Vegas air you’re doomed. The air is made of hallucinogens, but technically that is DJ Khaled dining in the grand private room at TAO’s Asian Bistro with a group of 20 across from you and Kesha dining next to you having chicken fried rice, lobster wontons, and short ribs. A girl after my own heart. And I think that was French Montana, Juicy J, and Belly too. If you’re young and attending iHeartRadio in Las Vegas, you’re in even more danger. Millennial physics mandate that you will be under some type of hallucinogen before your breakfast protein shake–imploding into concert glitter by 11AM.

Photo Credit: TAO Group

I love Las Vegas, and I will probably never seriously consider moving permanently. I have learned to survive here among the savage of the savagest. The ones who try to chew you up and spit you out to greet you the next day at an event like nothing happened. Among the powerful or celebrity constituents that you’re re-introduced to. Las Vegas is a dandelion. I can take it. I thrive in it. After turning 21 and attending TAO I vowed never to go back unless I had a table or sky box. Haven’t sat sky box yet, but I’ve had great tables only at prime locations in some of best nightclubs in Las Vegas. I’ve even had heavy security. I value my privacy, I enjoy being protected, and I like the exclusivity. Celebrities have been onto something for a while.

Photo Credit: TAO Group

You can never get through their 12 person personnel. You admire it and at the same time you hate on it. Not in Vegas though. Las Vegas is what Twitter would look like in real life. Everyone is within reach. Being invited to slide into booths and party with celebrities is not uncommon. Earlier in the day DJ Khaled, for example, performed at Marquee Dayclub at The Cosmopolitan. He played my favorite “Wild Thoughts” and “I’m The One”. His cabana gave shade to his friends Chance the Rapper, French Montana, and Juicy J.

Photo Credit: TAO Group

Saturday night, September 23:

I’ve always loved internet famous people. It so happens that this instamous person at Hyde Bellagio is also a great singer. Pia Mia was celebrating her 21st birthday and the nightclub surprised her with lights and HUGE letters spelling out her name. She performed her songs “Do It Again” and “I’m A Fan”. Keke Palmer was also hanging out at Hyde that day and Jamie Foxx.

Photo Credit: Hyde Bellagio

Photo Credit: Hyde Bellagio

Photo Credit: Hyde Bellagio

2:30 a.m. Sunday, September 24:

The difference between Juicy J, French Montana, and myself is they’re meant for the high-strung celebrity life and I’m not. It’s almost dawn. Juicy J and French Montana make their way to Hakkasan Nightclub with an army of 10 following dinner. This whole time I thought One Direction members were still under the age of 21, but then Louis Tomlinson is spotted a Hakkasan too.

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They were watching Travis Scott perform. Juicy J jumps on stage with Travis the alleged baby daddy of the rumoured pregnant Kylie Jenner if that means anything to you. I read the TMZ article too. I was shocked that I was shocked about someone being pregnant that I didn’t know personally. I even text a friend. Ended quickly after I realized the stupidity of it all. Frankly, I could care less. I’m just here for the lip kits.

Photo Credit: Joe Janet

Photo Credit: Joe Janet

3AM:

30 minutes later Wiz Khalifia walks into Hakkasan who was enjoying Travis’ performance by the DJ booth. Bebe Rexha was also at Hakkasan that day.

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Well, that explains a lot, doesn’t it? You don’t need to look any further. The proof is in this weekend’s recap that Las Vegas is the most dangerous city in the world. This city will make you feel like the alter-ego celebrity version of yourself, but come Sunday at midnight and the hallucinogen has worn off. I know what you’re thinking. I’m still here and you’re back home. But I see this city for what it really is: one big little town. Thirty-minutes from where I live and I’m back on the Las Vegas Strip. I am no stranger to its vortex of illusions, but I can quickly diminish them. Remember that I can take it. I thrive in it.